Before breakfast, my dear, we perfected,
after years of affection, neglected,
fear and frustration detected—
our game.
After sense of ourselves, we protected,
while scrambling the omelet, suspected,
the eggs that we broke were infected,
with blame.
During luncheon, my dear, we dissected,
days of salad with care, roots subjected,
dressed in acid, as usual convected,
more flame.
Day nearly gone, now aspected,
like an omen, frustration reflected,
against walls made of fear, we erected—
this frame.
By dinner, my dear, we confected,
new marrow, from old bones resected—
the pangs of their hold are deflected,
now tame.
Finally, bedtime, we lie there complected,
our bodies at bellies connected,
fed by each other, repast corrected,
No shame.
Categories:
complected, age, fear, love, truth,
Form: Rhyme
what have i done to my self..
where am i heading..
situations are complected..
oh.. heavens...
who am i now..
what am i going what...
i look at me on d mirror...
mirror mirror on the wall...
do u remember me at all?
Categories:
complected, fear, me,
Form: I do not know?
Our world is moving in a direction that could set us back
a few hundred years,
Pigmentocrisy, the art of achieving through complexion,
Light, medium or dark,
Merit and effort don't really matter,
The pigment of one's complexion will determine
success,
Caste systems and echelons will be put to the test,
Shades of creole will determine who is considered
the best,
From light to dark the pendulum will sway,
with lighter skinned people having their way,
while the darker complected will have to fight for their right to
be heard,
Pigmentocrisy is about to create dissension and segregation in an already
volatile world.
Categories:
complected, political
Form: Light Verse
That's my girl, wanting me!
Because I'm not you.
I don't leave her feeling blue!
Is that my girl, glaring at me?
stereo-typing me?
That's my girl, pressuring me!
Is this my girl, trying to change me?
Keep me under lock and key?
Live a life of mediocrity?
My new found girl,
selfish in her insecurities.
She'll never dim this light,
I come with a certificate of authenticity.
That's my girl, sitting next to me!!
Wanting to be with me.
Warm in her Snuggie,
collaborating on some poetry.
Sexxy as can be...
That is my girl, light complected coffee girl!
Hazelnut stare,
Kahlua scented hair,
beauty like this is rare....
That's my girl, wanting ME!!
Your jealous and I don't care!!!
Jared Pickett
10/09/09
Asavvy1
Categories:
complected, love, work
Form: Rhyme